Mar 09, 2005 16:11
Ugh, my mind is wandering around like.... very quickly. Its somewhat
very hard sitting here. I have this like... urge to jump on things.
I've been chewing on a guitar pic all day pretty much, and now its
dead. Not that it ever was alive, but if it had been, it would be most
definately dead. This is one of those moments I wish very dearly that
we could be at home.... in the shower preferably. Or you know, anywhere
really. I'm not very picky at the moment.
I'm sort of worried I will jump on him when he gets off set. Well, not
worried so much as completely ready to jump on him at all costs. Hmmm,
wonder if he'll mind.
This place needs a closet. I mean, it has one, but its far too small.
I wonder how long till seans off set.
If it was a school it would have a janitors closet. Those most definatly come in handy. Chlique maybe, but still.
If I type any more I'll most definately end up starting to say all
these odd pickup line type things, and though funny, I'm not sure if I
can be accounted for my actions. Toodles. This was probably a waste of
your time to read.